| You’re sitting on a milk mornin' noon and night
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| Fantisizin' the American dream
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| You’re lookin' pretty good and you’ve got yourself conviced
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| That the nightmare isn’t a s bad as it seems
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| You try your best to hide yourself beneath your turned up collar
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| And a plastic bag is all you’ve got to show
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| And your books inside your shopping cart
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| Is probably the best education you’re ever gonna know (Hmm)
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| The guy in the Mercedes is just hard on with the dollar
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| Better grab it 'cause the signal’s turnin' green
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| And while you’re at it put the jug behind the picket fence
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| 'Cause the copper’s driving past you lookin' mean
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| Institution, contribution, restitution, destitution
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| Doesn’t mean a thing to you now
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| You’re the freeway feature
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| For your audience are driving by So maybe you should stand and take a bow
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| Your living in desperation
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| And you never have felt complete
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| You live in anticipation
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| Of another day on the street, sing with me
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| (Scatting by Scatman John)
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| You’re sitting in the same spot
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| You want to go home
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| But there ain’t no home but home on the range
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| You’ve forgotten what you look like and it looks like you’ve forgotten
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| That the look inside your eye is very strange
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| Ain’t nothing left to hide
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| You’re stripped of all your pride and all you feel inside
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| Is a hole a mile wide
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| You’re the freedom desperado
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| And the perfect living model
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| Of a land that hasn’t any good excuse
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| Your living in desperation
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| And you never have felt complete
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| You live in anticipation
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| Of another day on the street, sing with me
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| (Scatting by Scatman John)
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| Sittin' on your milkcrate, blanket wrapped around you
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| I see you sitting day after day
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| I really like to talk but I know if I approached you
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| You’d probably get up and walk away
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| You’re wishin' that your home of the American dream
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| Wasn’t only smoke and exhaust
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| I love you desperado and all I gotta say
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| You let me know how much I really lost
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| Your living in desperation
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| And you never have felt complete
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| You live in anticipation
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| Of another day on the street, sing with me
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| (Scatting by Scatman John)
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| Your living in desperation
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| And you never have felt complete
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| You live in anticipation
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| Of another day on the street, sing with me
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| (Scatting by Scatman John)
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| (Fade out |